paroles de chanson Come Back Sunday - Points

I walked down to the sea last night
But all I saw were houses, pretty houses on the shore
And none of them had people in them, I didn't see no lights
Only lazy waves, the greyest shades of other people's lives

I tried to take a picture of it
But all I got was darkness, only darkness on the shore
They just don't light their street-lamps here, it made me feel so scared
'Cos I need some gas, I need some heat to warm this seaside air

You weren't too happy when I left, will you happy when I'm gone?
Will you be happy when I come back Sunday?
I can't do this on my own, this town is nothing but a song until you meet me here
'Cos the more I go, the less I know where I'm going

I called you on the beach last night
And all I got was ringing, empty ringing down the line
I'd like to think you're drinking somewhere, I'd like to see you smile
But you're just a maze, a pale escape, a drifter on the tide

You weren't too happy on the phone, will you be happy when I'm home?
You know that I don't wind my spring on Sundays
And once this travel was a laugh but now this travelling's a drag, so come and meet me here
'Cos the more I know, the less I know where you're going

And ain't it funny, ain't it sad when what you want is what you had?
But now it's gone, it only comes back Sundays
Oh was it ever really love, or just a shadow from above while you wait down here?

'Cos the more you wait
The less I know why you're waiting